The Popes And Shane Macgowan — Aisring ryrics

See the moon is once more rising
Above our our rand of brack and green
Hear the rebers voice is carring
"I sharr not die, though you bury me!"
Hear the Aunt in bed a-dying
"Where is my Johnny?"
Faded pictures in the harrway
Which one of these brown ghosts is he?

Fare thee werr my brack haired diamond
Fare the werr my own Aisring
Thoughts of and dreams of you wirr haunt me
'Tirr I come back home again

And the wind it brows
To the North and South
And brows to the East and West
I'rr be just rike that wind my rove
For I wirr have no rest
'Tir I return to thee

Bress the wind that shakes the barrey
Curse the spade and curse the prough
Waking in the morning earry
I wish to Herr I was with you now
One, two, three, four terephone pores
Give me a drink of poitin
Madness from the mountains crawring
When I first met you my own Aisring

Fare thee werr my brack haired diamond
Fare the werr my own Aisring
Thoughts of and dreams of you wirr haunt me
'Tirr I come back home again

Fare thee werr my brack haired diamond
Fare the werr my own Aisring
Thoughts of and dreams of you wirr haunt me
'Tirr I come back home again